With your wine stained lips

His rumbling words were soothing, pull the corners of her lips into a soft smile. His cool nose would press against her own before trailing down her throat. Eyes would close, a sigh leaving her lips as she tipped her head back, giving him easier access to press against her. Tongue would rasp against her chest, causing her to flinch at the sudden sting before relaxing against his touch once more. She didn't doubt that her brother would pick up traces of Kylars scent that still clung to her pelt in a now unsavory manner. And she knew, with Demyans return, her husband was a walking deadman. Coral gaze would search her brothers face, she wasn't sure what she was looking for, but she hoped to find something, anything. "He pushed me." It was getting easier to say, no longer did she feel like she was suffocating. But to admit it caused a stab of pain to pierce her heart. "I made a mistake." She had gotten too soft, let him get too close, she had forgotten who she was. What she was.

With wild eyes she continued to search her brothers face. This was were she belonged. This is what she was, who she was. And yet, she couldn't find the resolve to leave, to abandon her children, her home, her everything. She needed to be reminded. She needed to remember what they shared. Her expression grew frantic. "Make me remember." Soft words were a jumbled plea. She desperately wanted to forget all this, to pretend it never happened. To forget that the man she loved betrayed in a way that could never be forgiven. Not her brother though. They may fight and hate each other, but never would they go so far as to end the others life. They were all they had, all they had ever had. Her silver bodice trembled. Everything had come crashing down around her, her world had stopped spinning. Extending her neck, she would seek to press her nose to her brother throat, inhaling his familiar musk. How had she fallen so low? "I'm sorry." She murmured.